Cosmic Weapon

Accompanied by a faint, slightly eerie electronic tone.

One Flameborn machine after another flew out. Their current appearance bore no resemblance to their species; instead, they looked more like some bizarre cosmic creatures HighGong had seen. Large areas of the surface metal had rotted, yellowish viscous fluid constantly spilled from the metal pipes, and their facial features had vanished, replaced by writhing metal worms.

A scan swept over them.

Their species was no longer "Flameborn Machines," but "Memory Parasites."

Under the Cyber Tide, even monsters with level-60 templates this powerful had been polluted one by one.

The only benefit was probably that their health had increased substantially.

Their original ten million health had risen directly to twenty-five million.

That amount of health was nearly comparable to some low-level civilization buildings.

HighGong could not help glancing at his current health.

250/250.

He was basically in a state where merely being touched would kill him, and bumping into anything would finish him off.

Tsk, tsk.

Facing the mechanical monsters charging toward him menacingly, HighGong twisted his wrist, reached five fingers into the void, gripped what looked like a golden "gun hilt," and slowly drew it out.

Almost the instant he pulled it free, space turned golden. An indescribably intense heat crazily spread outward from HighGong as its center. Everywhere it passed, all metal began to melt rapidly. Even though Cybertron was covered in advanced alloys, none could withstand this indescribable heat.

This was only natural. The temperature had reached an astonishing ten million degrees—the temperature at the core of the sun.

This was the Cosmic Treasure extracted by the system—the Solar Glaive.

A cosmic-grade weapon with a temperature of ten million degrees.

Accompanied by flames stabbing out between his clenched teeth, HighGong turned his palm. In an instant, a gigantic pillar of